It’s been 6 years now; we have been working together over the idea. I have gained Arthur’s trust and became a part of his close circle. Me and Arthur have worked and faced many business situations together as the idea has not really found its foot in the market yet. We both have become good friends over the time, we often took a drink break from work and talked to each other about our personal lives. I had a very little personal life to discuss and Arthur’s always revolved around his son. He often said “I wonder when Mark is going to get serious in life.” He was frustrated by Mark’s behaviour, constant complaints of violent acts from city police and lack of motivation. Arthur had worked hard to build his business and create a successful life for himself and his son, and he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. Somehow, I could always sense that this was exactly the problem. Occasionally, I would try to interact with Mark but never succeeded in getting him to care what I was trying to tell.
We both have been worried and trying desperately to make this dream project of ours work. We also have been meeting Arthur’s different business partners and his close connections who have been helping us in this hustle, in their own possible ways. Arthur would often throw these lavish parties to keep meeting meaningful people and bringing up meaningful conversations but would generally engage with his close friends and spend most of the time talking only to them.
I still remember the first party I was invited to, almost 5 years back, in July 1960. Arthur was known for throwing some of the most extravagant parties in town, and one of his most memorable ones took place in his sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city.
The party was to celebrate his recent acquisition of a new company that had boosted his already vast wealth. As guests arrived, they were greeted by a grand entrance hall adorned with elegant chandeliers and expensive artwork. The mansion’s ornate decor and luxurious furnishings were a sight to behold. The dining room was the centrepiece of the party. A long, polished mahogany table was set with gleaming silverware, surrounded by plush chairs with intricate designs. Guests were served gourmet cuisine by a top-notch chef, who worked in the mansion’s state-of-the-art kitchen.
As the night wore on, the party moved to the mansion’s outdoor area, where Arthur had set up an opulent bar and a dance floor. The outdoor space was decorated with lush greenery and elegant lighting, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere.
Arthur’s close friend circle, mingled with the other guests, sipping on expensive champagne and admiring the beautiful surroundings. The party continued well into the early hours of the morning, with music and laughter filling the air.
For Arthur, these parties were a way to showcase his wealth and success, but they were also a chance for him to surround himself with those closest to him. As the night came to a close, he gathered his friends and family to give a heartfelt speech, thanking them for their support and loyalty. It was a moment of warmth and connection amidst the opulence, a reflection of Arthur’s desire for both success and meaningful relationships.
In the first year of working with Arthur, I had become one of his close friends and was introduced to his other friends and family members at that lavish party. Tom Orlando, brother-in-law of this business tycoon, was the first family member of Arthur after his son, whom I had met. Tom was a quiet and mysterious figure, with an air of suspense about him that made it difficult to read his true thoughts and intentions. He always had stern and serious expressions on his face, as if he were perpetually deep in thought. His deep-set eyes were dark and inscrutable, giving nothing away.
Despite his reserved demeanor, Tom had an imposing presence that demanded attention. He spoke with a deliberate, measured tone, choosing his words carefully and never wasting them. His movements were slow and deliberate, like a big cat stalking its prey.
Those who knew him well described him as a private person, someone who kept his thoughts and emotions close to the vest. He rarely shared personal details about his life, and when he did speak, it was usually to impart some piece of knowledge or insight that he deemed important.
In social situations, Tom tended to keep to himself, observing the interactions of others from a distance. He rarely initiated conversations, preferring to be approached by others. When spoken to, he would respond in his deep, rumbling voice, always seeming to have a wealth of knowledge on the topic at hand. Overall, Tom’s quiet and suspenseful personality made him an enigma to those around him. He was a man of a few words, but each one carried a weight that demanded attention and respect.
I have met Tom quite a few times. Usually in family gatherings or other social events. We have never been particularly close, but we’re friendly and cordial with each other. Our conversations have rather been short, but little way too short in the last a few months. Our last meeting at one of the charity events this year, I could not help but notice that Tom was a little distracted and worried. His hands were shaking as he was trying to light his cigar, I extended my help and initiated a conversation “Tom, is everything okay? You seem a bit distracted tonight.” Tom hesitated for a moment before responding and as he finally found words he said scratching his patchy rough beard “I’ve just been having some financial troubles lately. I’m sure they’ll work themselves out eventually, but it’s been weighing on me.” I responded by staring straight into his eyes “I’m sorry to hear that. Have you considered talking to Arthur about it? He might be able to offer some help or advice.” Tom shook his head without changing any expression on his face. “No, I don’t want to burden him with my problems. Besides, he’s got enough on his plate already with the business and Mark. I’ll figure something out.” I never really understood why he wouldn’t share his problem with Arthur but he sharing this piece of information with me was quite a bit of a surprise to me. I did not bother him further and walked away as our conversation came to an end.